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The Cough

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The Cough
There was a man who coughed a cough,
a cough so strong his head fell off.
His head fell off. It hit the ground.
It hit the ground and rolled around,
and rolled around and rolled away,
away into a field of hay,
a field of hay that caused a wheeze,
a wheeze that turned into a sneeze,
a sneeze he sneezed from dusk till dawn.
At dawn he sneezed his head back on.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 4

 


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